Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.